Escape from Wedding Trap

Synopsis

The Grand Gotham Hotel's crystal chandeliers cast a deceptive warmth over the ballroom, illuminating faces of Manhattan's elite with golden light that failed to reach their cold eyes. I smoothed the silk of my emerald engagement dress—chosen to match Brandon's family colors rather than complement my pale complexion—and forced my lips into what I hoped resembled a smile. "You look beautiful, sweetheart," my mother whispered as I leaned down to kiss her cheek. The motorized wheelchair I'd spent three months' salary on hummed softly beneath her frail body. "So do you, Mom," I replied, adjusting the delicate shawl around her